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. **•not all of us were born with the gift of health •not all were born into a bassinet  fashioned out of gold•but all of us here, be- stowed with a treasure tro- ve of literary wealth•an e- ndowment to last a life- time, that never gets old•one must take it and s- oar to great- er hei- ghts..• ...ones should never... forsake such  a boon • let  the ...black- ness of our ink coat...... the  em- ptiest of nights • let the p- ermanen- ce   in  our words over- whelm... the** finiteness of the silver spoon• .
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Wealth is Finite
. **•not all of us were born with the gift of health •not all were born into a bassinet  fashioned out of gold•but all of us here, be- stowed with a treasure tro- ve of literary wealth•an e- ndowment to last a life- time, that never gets old•one must take it and s- oar to great- er hei- ghts..• ...ones should never... forsake such  a boon • let  the ...black- ness of our ink coat...... the  em- ptiest of nights • let the p- ermanen- ce   in  our words over- whelm... the** finiteness of the silver spoon• .
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
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